Not even Hercules saw in the yard of the Hesperides' land
your like - nor Ulysses, on Alkinoos' isle -
"miracle" you'd be perceived in the balmier isles' lusher clearings,
miracle more, in the cold soil of Pannonia, you!
Boldly the almond tree in the frost of the winter is blooming -
although its buds very soon under the hoarfrost will freeze!
My Phyllis, little almond tree, not a stork has returned yet-
... or has it been so hard for you to wait for the spring?